That Was A Big Fat Lie I Have Not Been Writing And It’s Only Thanks To The Mandalorian That I Opened

Writing prompt #1

‘It was one hell of a way to die’

They say human beings aren’t fast enough to dodge a bullet.

That the force of that tiny metal shot out is enough to break bones, to physically incapacitate.

That with one shot at the right place, a human person would die instantaneously.

They weren’t wrong.

With just one loud bang, I find myself on my back, staring at the clouds as they made their way through the bright blue sky.

I was walking with my partner, the small part of my brain reminds me. The part that had slowly began to lose strength.

I was walking, I remembered, and I was laughing. I was watching the light in their eyes shine as they chuckled with me, and I was happy.

How did I get here?

My partner and I had gone through so much. We’d battled so many monsters, broken through so many obstacles, faced so much pain.

Finally, finally, we were about to have our happy ending.

With the last bit of strength that my dimming mind had, it pushed to me a small memory.

A memory of sitting at the edge of a stone platform. Of swinging legs, of comforting winds, of a brilliant sunset sky.

A memory of soft contentment, happiness, and hope.

We’d been talking of how we’d like to die, if we had a choice.

They had said peacefully, surrounded by loved ones till the very end, then cremated to have their ashes buried somewhere special.

I’d grabbed their hand and swore that, if they’d died first, I would ensure that was what happens.

The kiss that followed upwards nearly killed me then and there.

They’d asked me, soft curiosity glittering in their gaze, what would be my preferred way to die.

‘I don’t know,’ I’d said. ‘But when I go, I want there to be no pain. I want everyone to be glad when I leave, because it’s my time, and I’m finally getting that eternal peace.’

To me, it felt like a good way to die.

After all I’d been through, I figured I’d at least get to decide how I die.

As my partner’s face appeared in my swimming vision, I realised there were tears streaming down their face. They were screaming at me, holding me in their hands and shaking me.

There was so much pain on their face.

Right then, I knew I could not die. I couldn’t-

I will not.

Not like this.

Mary Oliver, "Don't Hesitate" from Devotions

little nightmares 2 spoilers but i give you no context whatsoever

A gift for Buir 🥰

If they can’t see that making business with terfs is a bad idea, then we’ll make them see.

If they can’t see that giving terfs a platform is a bad idea, then we’ll make them see.

If they can’t see that we do not want anything to do with giving profits to a terf, then we will make them see.

Hey, so they’re making a Netflix Harry Potter.

With that in mind, we’re all gonna remember that JKR is a terf who has literally been cited by legislators engaged in legislation that actively harms trans people, and we’re not gonna give her any more money.

That means not streaming the new show on Netflix, because regardless of how much influence she has on the production, she gets paid for it.

We’re gonna make the show flop. We’re gonna show Warner Brothers that we don’t forget (of course, how would we forget, it isn’t as if she’s stopped), and that their business association with terfs is no longer profitable.

It is NOT like Lovecraft, because Lovecraft is very dead and his works are in the public domain. By consuming Lovecraft media, you are not giving any money to old Howard.

i never check my email because then i will have to reply to some of them and that is how you get more emails

I want to write something in first person

And not specify my gender at all

Just absolutely nothing on my gender. Its just not important. Who gives a shit when I'm trying to fight a werewolf and keep my [REDACTED] Obtained Prized and Probably Cursed Object from being taken away?

You ever just press the side of your face into an entire Very Patient Cat and listen to the ocean inside

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway? What’s God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that’s a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone’s right about us and we’re sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what’s God to a woman’s love anyway? What has heaven got that I can’t find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?